This is so short I wouldn't call it a chapter. Lol. C'mon guys, I need some reviews. Do it for Johnny!

I felt the sun on my eyelids long before it would ever touch me with its warmth. I was already warm.

I rolled over and faced what I had assumed to be a sleeping Dally, only to see that he was wide eyed and awake. He didn't greet me with a warm smile, his eyes bore into me fiercely.

I felt the alarm take over my features before I actually considered what the intense stare meant. I knew he wasn't angry. I came, slowly, like a fog clearing from a deep valley, to the realization that it was likely that no one had ever said the words to him, and that he would never say them to me. So I spoke up.

"I love you Dally,"

He turned over, not responding. As I waited for some sort of confirmation on his part, I thought of how I was getting into something way too deep, way too fast, and with the wrong guy. When you're lying next to someone though, you can't find a reason to care.

"Get dressed," I urged. "the girls will be here any minute."

"What do I care?"

"Well I'm getting dressed, so if you want to walk around naked, be my guest."

He groaned and got up. I jumped from the bed and started going through my dresser. I found a comfortable pair of jeans and paired it with a red top that didn't match. For a moment I closed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the sure to be argument with Monica. I could be kicked out.

I walked into the kitchen, which smelled of cigarette smoke and sizzling eggs. I gave Monica a sheepish smile in return for her harsh look. She was like the mother I never had.

"I'm only watching out for you when I say this Ana, that boy is only going to hurt you. If he doesn't make your life a living hell while you're with him, he'll leave you and never speak to you again and you'll be so messed up you'll start relying on booze."

I knew these risks, took them willingly with the figuring that it couldn't be any different than my previous job had been. It was different though. It was more than just physical. I felt that. I'd come to realize that it was hard for people like Dally to care for someone when they could so easily hurt you, or worst, slip from your grip forever, but I couldn't give up on him just because of this.

Dally came into the kitchen, a cold hard expression on his face. He'd obviously overheard her.

"Here,"

He slung his class ring at me.

"I'll be at the Nightly Double later on tonight, if you want to meet me up there you can."

I nodded and watched with dismay as he slammed the door behind him.

"You're going to get yourself killed one way or another."

"I don't care."

I didn't eat breakfast that morning. Instead I took a book and went to my room to recall last night's bliss while I focused all my energy on studies that would never help me. So much for my Saturday morning.